Changing Direction
As the day continues, our little flag on the northwest corner of the house is slowly changing direction.
When the mail fellow was here at eleven this forenoon in his postal official shorts, he may have goosebumps on his knees by Friday.
Wild turkeys have been raiding the backyard this week. Most of them are young from this year’s hatch but still have some of the older taller ones showing them the ropes.
I found a big fat cricket in the studio this morning. I did not find him by his chirping. He just sat there in the quiet being quiet. He was flushed in a heartbeat.
Dennis has been home to refuel his mower. With the strong wind, he is not covered with grass clippings. A noon break with orange juice did the trick.
One of the lots that we purchased adjoining ours some years ago, still had a surprise for us. Why it never was found earlier, is just the way Dennis mowed the yard. The surprise was a perfectly round hole that would have been a sewer tile for the house that we had the fire department do a training burn. We had a decorative square patio block large enough, when the grass around the hole was taken away from it, it was even with the surrounding dirt and covered the opening. As Dennis dug, the copper water line was in close proximity. We were happy it was not a forgotten well. We are aware how expensive and detailed it is to handle that.
Enjoy the changing of the winds. We may be back to enjoying the October weather, leaving behind the late summer’s heat.
